rainbow of the night - spread thee wings and cast upon thee the dust of cookies and cakes

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

the mole people

clearly it is time for me to join the ranks of the mole people, the cavern dwellers, those with the clear skin and pink eyes. I am descending below the slabs, down into the soil and tunnels, the underside of the bright and shiny. It may be the only safe place left - a place where fabeebles and i can sing to our hearts delight the songs of big poppa, applejack, and sir bang. we will pool our cash and invest it in the future of one special lady mole, the one with the most fragrant armpits and most mushroom-like arse. she will be the provider. sucking her teats we will work on our "creative" raps and our digging, our worm mounds and spacious inner earth condos. the nytimes will never know the extreme QOL we will have. the mole people do not go to the beige. the mole people do not schlup around to lame things, they do not clean up and make foodstuffs. the prick of their fang on the full moon will tell you the rest of the story. don't you want to join?

today is cleaning lady day at the beige. i can't stand it. i will hear lectures on the evil of carbohydrates, the importance of letting go of emotional entanglements, and why i should not eat meat or fish.

Sloth, please pass me the fork when you are done. I am putting on my plastic bib and lavendar sweats. I will stab my full hanging sacks of nuggets, kung pao sauce seeping from the wounds as I slowly drain myself of life on the beige-ecru-moss striped carpet of this stasis chamber.

krix, i know next to nothing about flash sadly. i could teach myself. ? it seems do-able. basically i can't seem to do anything proactive. it's really weird. can't send out resume or move forward. mercury is in retrograde. this must be it.

i have fear of a different job - more involved job and what it would mean for the relics. but for christsakes, the relics are always there waiting and it would be nice to make some cash and do something active with my head. but, instead i muddle around and whine. it's great.

my boss is now trying to kiss up to me after i yelled at him. it saddens me to have been so mean and to have him be so spineless. i am terrible. he is old and nice and i get impatient 'cause he is too nice to some of the meanies we deal with--like icky film people.

FB--I hear you about the job change. it is important to keep enough energy for the relics.

pd, he sounds a little flaky. this boss. good intentioned but??? oof. and sloth why so cold? do they have the air conditioning on already at the mall? curl up in the carcass. i am bucking around in my chair. must get out of here.

You be the judge. Have I reached an all time high, or an all time low?

I'm currently at work, in an edit session. Sitting in front of me, a bottle of Maker's Mark. Bottle was stolen from the office of a co-worker who is leaving, who's going away party I was at earlier in the evening, where I had 2 whiskeys on the rocks. After a full day of work. I got here at 9am and I'm now deep into the second part of my double shift. No dinner, just two bites of an appetiser at the going away party.

lol Arthur. If you finished the bottle and still got the job done I'd say its an "all time high". As for the 16-sided dice speak...fuck those guys and their D&D gaming communities. I also like the term "perp walk". I steal it now.